Tonight's Poet Corner: Candor
Candor by Belinda Roddie Disassemble every last word I said, piece by piece, brick by rusty brick, and you will find crumbling color in each of them: Shade, hue, vibe stretched past my mouth like aging floss, like decaying yo-yo string. You can stir every cube into your cup of bitter tea, but the taste won't be any sweeter. I don't offer sugar to rival the smoke: Because I mean what I say. And I say what I mean. And I mean what I say. And I say what I mean.